¹The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab was devastated, cut off; for in a night Kir of Moab was devastated, cut off.

²He has gone up to the house and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; over Nebo and over Medeba Moab wails; on all his heads is baldness, every beard is shaved off.

³In its streets they have girded on sackcloth; on its roofs and in its open places all of it wails, going down in weeping.

⁴Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; as far as Jahaz their voice is heard. Therefore the armed men of Moab shout; his being trembles within him.

⁵My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives are as far as Zoar, Eglath Shelishiyah; for the ascent of Luhith one goes up it with weeping; for on the road of Horonaim they rouse a cry of ruin.

⁶For the waters of Nimrim are desolations; for the grass has dried up, the vegetation has come to an end, and there is no greenery.

⁷Therefore the wealth they have made, and their store, they carry them off over the wadi of the willows.

⁸For the cry has gone around the boundary of Moab; her wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, and in Beer Elim her wailing.

⁹For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will put more upon Dimon: a lion for the escaped remnant of Moab, and for the remnant of the ground.